Wishing Wells

Wishing wells are fine in fairy tales

But they've got no business here

Where evil's very real and children are known

To just disappear

Magic spells still hold no currency

Where people are lining up

To sell their dignity when reality's a show

They'll crawl through mud

I fear sometimes, we ain't got a hope in hell

I've half a mind to hang the next fool

To wish me well, to wish me well

It comes as no surprise

All that rises to the top

Before our very eyes

With each generation expectation drops

They'll crawl through mud

I fear sometimes, we ain't got a hope in hell

I've half a mind to hang the next fool

To wish me well, to wish me well

Tell me when, when will the truth prevail

To clear away all the smug and smirking juveniles

And save us from all the blood thirsty thugs

I fear sometimes

We ain't got a hope in hell

I've half a mind to hang the next fool

To wish me well